veronica

still, taut
as a cat
waits.

they all thought
i would sleep
in a lily-white bed,
blankets clean
and crisp
as the stars overhead,

without memories
of stifling,
until i was done
breathing in
and out
scorn--

a sensitive nature,
i waited
until they were spent,
and now i take
my own.

you left me alone
like an easter egg
and 
i had 
bad dreams.